The Spirit of God Million Domain

Chapter 2243 Killing the Gods (Part 1)

"Do you hate yourself for the waste of hatred, dare not go to Xu Feng's troubles, and then transfer his hatred to his daughter?"

The voice of the woman in white sounded, precisely because of the deep inside of the sword.

He was almost killed by Xu Feng last time.

Since this time, he has been thinking about killing Xu Feng all the time.

His hatred of Xu Feng can be said to be beyond words.

Therefore, he only thought of inquiring about the news of people around Xu Feng.

At first he just wanted to grab himself. If it didn't matter, he tortured the other person to death, and then gave Xu Feng, so Xu Feng couldn't help.

I know, he didn't inquire and didn't know. Under the inquisition, he actually knew Xu Feng had a daughter.

So he wanted to use Xu Feng's daughter to threaten Xu Feng.

His goal is to kill Xu Feng.

Jian Li did not dare to speak at this moment, he did not understand why the white woman actually knew Xu Duoduo.

Moreover, it seems that the relationship between the two people is still very good, which makes his heart full of anger.

The woman in white said: "If you let me know in the future, she has a little accident, or she is hurt by a little bit. Don't blame me for not being merciless."

"go away!"

When the woman in white finished, the sword was relieved, and even the roller crawled away from the distance.

Xu Duoduo’s eyes were shocked, and her face was full of excitement.

"Fairy sister, you are amazing!"

Xu Duoduo looked at the woman in white and was grateful.

The white woman shook her head and said: "He won't hurt you in the future, you don't need to be afraid."

Xu Duoduo nodded and was happy on the small face.

The woman in white reached out and pinched the little face of Xu Duoduo.

Subsequently, the white woman disappeared toward the outside.

Xu Duoduo looked at the back of the white woman and said: "The fairy sister is so strange, she seems to know you, and she doesn't seem to know."

......

At this moment, Xu Feng stood on the broken wall of the tyrant's door. In his eyes, he was crazy.

"Previous life, I am a tyrant of the Emperor's own tyrants, and Megatron is the world. How many people can be enemies?"

Xu Feng’s eyes are now overbearing, and his body’s momentum has become awe-inspiring and killing.

I saw him on the body, the field of killings was filled, and his current field of killing has been raised to the fifth realm.

The heavy suffocating around them seems to be completely integrated with his body and become extremely terrifying.

The most important thing is that the boundless killing momentum is constantly spreading and gathering around.

The wind blew across the entire wall.

The tyrants thirteen!

"Tenglong fell to the sea!"

Xu Feng suddenly displayed the first style of the thirteenth style of the tyrants, which was the moment when Tenglong fell into the sea and a boxing slammed out.

In the whole void, it seems as if a fist is going out, the dragon is taking off, and the boundless fists are gathered into a dragon.

The whole void seems to be shaking.

"Bihai Shengbo!"

Then, the second style of the tyrant's thirteenth style was displayed as if it were above the calm sea and the moment of punching out.

Between the whole world, it was discolored, and the sea surface was calm, and it became choppy.

"Nine days without inflammation!"

"White Rainbow Day!"

"Take the stars to move!"

......

Xu Feng successively displayed the thirteen-style boxing method of his tyrants. The bombardment of each of his punches went above the address of the tyrants, as if he had left a huge bang of the boxing shadow.

The surrounding voids also seem to feel the call of Xu Feng, constantly fluctuating, becoming extremely fierce.

"Sweeping the stars!"

The sixth style is displayed, and the fist seems to be becoming invincible. Even the stars are beaten by the fists and directly smashed into pieces.

The sky and the earth are discolored, and the entire tyrant's sky is over, the momentum becomes extremely fierce, and the lap of the air is madly rolling.

“There is nowhere to be.”

In an instant when a fist is thrown out, the heavens and the earth are full of vitality, as if they are full of Changhong.

That arrogance condensed in the sky above the male tyrants, within a few hundred meters of the square, are swallowing the mountains and rivers, and the gas ran through Changhong.

“Stones are shocking!”

The fists slammed out and the distant mountain peaks were shaking wildly. It was really a stone.

The sky seems to be shaking.

Xu Feng's figure constantly moved on the top of the male tyrants, and he finally appeared in the peak of Wanzan Mountain.

There, the plum blossoms of today are beginning to bloom, and the fragrance of the bursts is spreading toward the surroundings.

"There is no shadow."

The ninth style of the tyrant's thirteenth style is displayed as if it were a mountain or a mountain. The power is endless.

Then, Xu Feng showed out that the tenth type of heaven and earth is dull, and the fist completely covers the heavens and the earth.

"Sun and moon with the same."

The eleventh style is displayed, and the power of the thirteenth style is completely exposed and becomes more fierce.

The fists shook the world, the sun and the moon were blocked, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and there seemed to be only fists in the whole world.

The fist covered the sky, Xu Feng punched out, his eyes were blood red.

He shouted in the sky and roared: "Ling Bingrong, why? Why, you must betray me!"

His voice seemed to penetrate the void, piercing out into the distant night sky, and the void seemed to be unstoppable.

"Sun and Moon Tonghui!"

Above the fist, the light burst out, as if it was the same light as the sun and the moon, it was completely shocking.

The two fists seemed to transform into the sun and the moon. However, the light of the sky was so terrible by Xu Feng’s golden fist.

The whole world was shaking, and the plum blossoms around it suddenly began to fall.

Xu Feng looked at the plum blossoms that fell, and his eyes were filled with a touch of sensation.

He suddenly remembered the twelfth and thirteenth styles of the thirteenth.

"God is killing God!"

"I am both heaven!"

In the moment when the last two styles of the Xingba thirteen styles were displayed, Xu Feng’s heart emerged with a touch of enlightenment.

However, he seems to grasp something, but he can't see it all the time. His eyes are calm.

"What exactly did I catch?"

Xu Feng’s eyes were shocked. He shook his head and said, “No, I will continue to show it!”

In this way, among the countless plum blossoms, Xu Feng’s fists are constantly being waved out.

The round-the-clock attack of a boxing attack went out, and the whole world seemed to be constantly fluctuating with Xu Feng’s fist.

On top of the entire peak of the mountain, at the end, it seems that only the dense shadow of the fist is left, and it is constantly being squandered.

Xu Feng’s eyes are all dignified, but he has never been able to show his feelings anyway.

(End of this chapter)